You Don't Live Like I Do

This weekend I went to the local queer clothes shop with cosmolinguist and mother_bones. They had lots of femme clothes to get rid of, and I was just browsing. I didn't find much that I liked, and looking at clothes with the intention of putting them on my body, even in such a friendly and welcoming space, still makes me uncomfortable.

I spent much of the time we were there outside playing Pokémon on my phone. I might have been OK if it were more crowded, but there were just the right amount of people there for me to feel like everyone could see everyone else. I know that nobody actually gave a shit or was judging me, but I couldn't convince my brain of that.

Ah well, I'll try again next time.